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[bendokuro]

Who are some of your favorite writers nowadays

You. 😌

But here’s my current list of some favs that are still around and posting:

@semischarmed

@fredwkong

@rakurairagnarok

@transformhim

@king-craftsman

@thefunkfactory

@verus-veritas

@occamstfs

@fullfriendnerdclutch

@immortalmrwavell

@misctf

@maletfdreamer

@wakeup01

@sanzaibian

@echovelvet278

[bendokuro]

Break Out

"Psst! Hey! Hey, Red!"

I tossed my ginger curls out of my face, looking up at the fellow detainee across from me. ‘Red...’ such a dumb fuckin’ line, everyone drops it thinking they’re the cleverest person in the room. I have red hair, hardy har, so people call me Red, tee hee, give me a break.

He’s short, maybe a hair over 5’6”, but a fireplug of a man. Sure, darker blonde, but a fireplug. Even in his baggy clothes, I could tell that he was pretty beefy, like in a got a little too into juicing after high school kind of way.

“What’ll it be, Yellow…” I mumbled back.

He shoots me a weird look. I mime at my hair. He narrows his eyes and shakes away the confusion.

"Give me 50 pounds!"

I shot him an even weirder look than he gave me, and he just gestured back and forth to me and himself excitedly, with both of his wrists tied together with the thick, industry standard zip ties that the pigs always carry around by the dozen at protests.

“What?”

“Jss—Fuckin’ give me 50! I’ll get us outta here!”

“… Pounds.”

“Yeah, c’mon!”

I scoffed, “You can eat 50 lbs of shit.”

“Dude, just—ARGH, just say it, man! Trust me! You can spare it, you’re a big dude! Look, I promise I’ll get us out of here.”

He wasn’t wrong, I probably weighed the same as him. Sure, on a frame easily half a hoot taller than him, but I’ve paid my dues at the alter of vain size building. Anything to at least minimize the amount of ginger jokes I had to endure in school. Thanks a lot, South Park… Wait, 50 lbs of…?

“50 lbs of what then?”

“You, dude! Muscle, size! C’mon dude, we gotta be quick!”

Great, stuck in holding, again, with another horny tweaker, again. It’s like I’m a magnet for this type of shit.

“You want 50 lbs of muscle from me, huh? What, you’re gonna Superman your way outta here?”

“W—I mean, kinda,” he chuckled and shrugged as I rolled my eyes with a grin. I had to admit, Yellow was charming, in a dorky, too much adrenaline kind of way. “And ‘our’ way outta here, man!… C’mon, I’ll give it right back! Trust me, like, we were at the same protest, we’re already on the same team?”

I chuckled behind my grin, “Even you gotta admit that turned into a little more than a protest.”

He shrugged again behind a smirk, “No justice, no peace.”

I outwardly laughed this time. I scratched my knee with my wrists bound together, feeling my forearm graze against the slight chub I was forming. This guy’s clearly got a few screws loose but his charisma was undeniable. Was it because he was built to exactly my type? Whatever, may as well play along, we were likely going to be spending the next few hours together in holding.

He caught me studying him, and opened his palms upwards and raised his eyebrows in a game show host imitation.

I snorted, “Fine, Yellow. You can have 50 lbs of my muscle. Now, how a—!”

My breath caught in my throat and my jaw shot open as I sucked a whooping gasp, my fists clenching and my shoulders tensing up, my abs knotted up and my hips thrusted forward like I was yanked by lasso.

The moment the words left my mouth, I was instantly, fully, throbbingly rock hard. My dick was pulling like an iron rod towards him, making my sweats tent in a way I didn’t know the fabric was capable of handling. In my dizzy, star-spangled vision, I could see the same was true for Yellow. He was similarly tensed and flexed, but smiling widely and dumbly with droopy orgasmic eyes and seemed to be experiencing it much more relaxed way than I was.

He panted quietly, “Don’t worry, dude, it’s just the connection being made, you’re gonna love th—HOOOOOO!!”

It must have hit him the same moment it hit me—it felt like a massive, pillowy, slobbering set of lips smooched down onto my mushroom head, tightly forced itself down the length of my shaft, and began thirstily sucking me off! I continued with my shuddering gasps as he gritted his teeth and hissed with his eyes pinched shut, shushing me as he did, so as to… what? Not alert the pigs making calls and typing up reports? I felt like I was going zero to ten in seconds, on the very verge of busting!

Then as I was gonna bust, the wildest sensation imaginable hit me. It felt like thick, oozing, orgasmic energy like mound after mound of warm, lubricated meat was being sucked directly out of my shaft. I looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweats to get an eye of what was happening, but I would only see my mushroom head flaring over and over again, catching an eye of Yellow’s doing the same through the fabric of his pants.

As the energy shot out of my shaft towards him, I could feel what could only be described as levitating. It felt like my body was becoming lighter and lighter and lighter, with pulse after orgasmic pulse. I rolled my eyes back with lustful, dumb laughter, feeling like I could float away. With each pulse, I could feel my clothes breathing gusts of air out around my neck, arms, waist, and feet as they settled loosely on my smaller frame. As I felt my height shrink considerably, I looked down with a dumb giggle as I watched my cock throb, then thin, throb, then shorten, throb, throb, throb, then—

I pinched my eyes shut and yelped involuntarily as finally came. And came. Shit, and came some more! I swear to god I’d never had an orgasm last as long as it did. Plus, judging by the warm soupy feeling in my boxer briefs, I shot more than I think I ever had!

Then—and at this point I knew I had to be going insane—because then? Yellow was… changing.

He kept his breaths heavy but his volume low as I watched his entire body pulse, and pulse. With each consecutive pulse, his stature stretched taller, his frame stretch wider, and—

“Hhuurrrrrnnnnngg…” he arched his back with a gurgling, euphoric growl, clearly also involuntary, since he’d been such a nag about our volume, as he continued to pulse like a giant heart, only this time his muscles appeared to be joining in on the action. They swelled thicker and broader under his increasingly tightening clothes, the ones that were seconds ago basically hanging on him like a tent, making them audibly stretch and become deliciously tighter. I heard the leather of his boots creak and I watched as they appeared to inflate from within as his thighs and claves rounded with size. He gurgled again as his torso, chest, and abs widened and grew and his throat thickened, making each button down his henley pop, pop… pop pop pop down to reveal his chiseled cleavage.

He seemed to hurry now, his breath quickening, as he rushed his bound hands down to his buckle. As he did, his job was made more difficult by his expanding, bulging arms, each snaking with angry chords of veiny muscle, as he frantically undid his belt. He threw his too-tight zipper down, quickly dug in, and liberated his throbbing boyfriend cock. Ah, so he clearly knew what was coming—the sexy fucker could’ve at least warned me.

“MMMPFF, MMPF, MMMNuuhh…” he lightly moaned behind tight lips as I watched his dick bloom outwards and upwards, encouraged by his bucking hips, lifting higher and thicker into the air like a flower searching for sun, until he—! He gasped in a quick breath as he leaned over, making his bench groan under his new weight, as he erupted thick squirting volleys of cum onto the floor adjacent to us.

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat… Splat. I watched each load shoot out of him in disbelief. Both obviously at the quantity and also what had just been shared—or exchanged—between us in… Well shit, now that the haze from my orgasm was clearing, it couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds since those last words left my lips to now! Now we were both left in a panting fog, the room saturated with our stink, as he finally started to tuck away his fresh donkey dick.

He glanced over at the splatters on the floor he’d made, “Sorry about that,” he muttered, struggling to zip up his pants. “Didn’t want to… y’know, soak my shorts.” He nodded at my sweats—not overtly soaked themselves but threatening to start showing signs, if my overflowing briefs were any indication—and laughed a bit, wincing as he slowly forced his zipper up, doubtlessly strangling his now-sizable package.

I huffed out a laugh along with him, “What—..” I swallowed dryly, hearing the cracks in my voice. “What did you d—?”

“No time, we gotta bounce,” he grinned with a rich, cocky baritone.

He stood up. And up, and up, towering over his former stature. Yellow’s face pinched with effort as I watched his arms flex angrily.

“RRRNNnngg,” Yellow grunted with an animalistic huff. I swear I could hear his guns tightening like rope! With a sharp “NTCCHuuuh…” and an accompanying defeated *SNIP!* the industrial strength zip tie broke like it was made of cheap plastic. He looked down at where it’d landed and glanced back up at me with another cocky grin.

“Well shit,” I remarked with a chuckle, panting out the last of my exhaustion from my sudden transformation. He popped his firm pecs with that cocky grin as he kneeled towards me.

He sniffed as he leaned in, “Woof! You really made a mess didn’t you?” He grinned up at me, slipping a finger then two under my zip ties. I must’ve blushed a little at the comment, because he chuckled back up at me, “No sweat Red,” He tilted his head back to the creamy puddle on the floor. We both huffed a laugh.

My “cuffs” had loosened from the transformation quite a bit. Still not enough to slip out of, but enough for him to slip two of his thick fingers through. He grunted again and pulled until mine snapped too. He tossed mine to the floor with his and held out a hand to help me up from the bench. I accepted and he lifted me up, making me bounce on me feet a little once

I felt… Hell, I looked pretty sick actually! Had a little bit of the look I remember when I was going straight into undergrad! Minus the nubbier but wickedly more sensitive hog I was now sporting. Used to get laid constantly back then, at least way more than now. But now with gig jobs, keeping a steady gym schedule, taking care of my siblings for my deadbeat folks… Who’s got the time? But… fuck! Yellow had really worked his magic… on both of us!

“You just gonna stare?” He snapped me out of it, “Or should we get out of here?”

“Y-you lead, I guess,” holding up my sweats and briefs (being sure to clutch the briefs tightly so none of my spunk dribbled out, couldn’t handle more embarrassment) the with one hand.

He approached the door to our holding room, grateful that it was some cheap office door with a shitty lock, and quickly but forcefully pushed outwards with his boulder-like shoulders. He and I both huffed out a satisfied laugh as it gave with little of his effort, uttering only a small *crack* as the lock gave up its measly effort inside and swung open.

We hurried it to the end of the long corridor of other holding rooms until it T-intersected with another hallway, and we looked both ways. On one end of the connecting hallway, we could hear the click-clacking of keyboards, the cacophony of calls coming through too-old landlines, and the hubbub of the chatter coming from the station’s staff. On the other end, a fire exit door, with the trademark red illuminated EXIT sign over it with the machinery connected to the door that would set off the alarm once the door was opened.

He leaned in to whisper to me, “We’re gonna have to split up once that alarm goes off. You know Francisco’s?”

“The diner?” I replied back. Good old Francisco’s Diner, always there late at night when you need a ton of carbs after a night of binging. “Waaay too well, yeah I know it.”

“Let’s meet up there. 7 o’clock? Gives you about an hour to get more, uh, decent?” He chuckled back at me.

“Fuck you,” I laughed back, “Ain’t my fault I need to clean up.”

“HEY! What the hell you think you’re doing?!”

We both looked down the other end of the hall, where some fatass pig was moving towards us. Both of our hearts jumped.

“Remember, 7 o’clock, Francisco’s!” Yellow grabbed onto me and shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled forwards, making my way to the fire exit, looking back behind me to see Yellow give the pig a linebacker’s shove, forcing him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, then turning to sprint the way I was going.

I pushed out of the fire exit door, momentarily blinded by the afternoon light and deafened by the accompanying ring of the alarm and bolting to the right, out of the parking lot. I only looked back once to see Yellow sprinting out of the building too, laughing out loud as he ran away from the three cops uselessly chasing after him, tripping over themselves. Thankfully with all of their attention on him, the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him effortlessly hopping the stone fence on the other side of the parking lot.

I continued running—gliding honestly, the lighter size feeling totally abnormal but thrilling—block after block after block, until I made it to the courtyard of my building. What spunk hadn’t dried against my crotch had spilled out of my briefs and down the leg of my sweats creating a sticky, cool sensation. I checked the time on the ornate courtyard clock. 5:45. Still plenty of time to get cleaned up!

Cleaned up, plus a little exploration. Damn, I felt the same way looked: svelte and sexy as hell. My nubby cock was already greedily throbbing before I unlocked my apartment door.

———

The bell hanging above the door of Francisco’s Diner jingled as I walked in (a fashionable 20 minutes late—what the hell, I got, uhh, distracted). Of the things that would’ve fit me in my closet, I settled on a skate brand tank top I hadn’t worn since college and a pair of gym shorts, drawstring tied extra tight. All of it still hung off me, I must’ve looked emaciated.

“Ay, Red!” Yellow waved over at me from one of the booths along the window. He sported an undershirt and vest along with his own pair of gym shorts, except all of his looked way too tight, compared to my way too loose apparel. What a pair we made!

I slid into the booth, grinning and sighing, “Sorry I’m late, I—”

“Had to give it all a test run, huh?” He chuckled into his coffee mug. I shrugged with a grin. “Don’t sweat it! Meee too, man, me too. I only got here like 5 minutes ago.”

“That was crazy how you got us out of there, man. Any trouble?”

“None! Actually, once I was over the fence around the parking lot, they’d basically given up. You?”

“Not at all. Thankfully all of their attention was on you!”

“Not surprised! Can you imagine what a prize it would be for them if they caught all this? I’m lookin’ like fuckin Superman now.”

He punctuated his cocky brag with a tight flex of his guns, bursting with both his and my combined strength.

“Gotta say,” I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered me. “Looks fucking good on you, dude.”

“Hey, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, bouncing his pecs at me. “You’re looking pretty good yourself there, Red.”

We sat for a few moments sipping our mugs, the obvious horny mist between us simmering and the unspoken recognition of each of our hard-ons adding to our admiration of one another’s bodies. I had to admit, Yellow had one me over. Whether it was because of his charm, his solidarity, his magic, or his bod, the short time we’d come to know each other had caused some kind of spark to ignite.

At the moment I was going to quietly ask that we go somewhere more private, he piped up, stretching and arms and back behind him against the booth.

“Well, a promise is a promise. You ready to get your size back?”

I smiled, “That would be great... Wait, here??” I remembered the mess we made at the station. Surely a mom and pop diner like Francisco’s wouldn’t appreciate a display like that in their establishment.

“I think the bathroom might be a better option. After you,” he gestured his arm out of the booth.

I sauntered over to the bathroom located behind the counter of Francisco’s open kitchen, looking back to see if Yellow was following. He’d left a $10 on the table for our coffees plus a generous tip for the staff and was already close behind me. I opened the door to the single use bathroom, while he held the door, slapping my ass inside as we both chuckled.

I heard him click the lock of the door as I turned around, “So how are we gonna d—”

Yellow had me pinned against the sink before I could finish my question, his hard body pressed against me as his lips and tongue danced against mine, pausing only to shuck his vest off with his undershirt, as I lost my tank top. We grinded our bodies together, feeling our hard tools poking into each other’s hips as we made quick work of liberating them from our shorts. Once we were both completely of our clothes, we resumed our intense make out, each of our hands ravenously feeling up the others, gripping firm mounds of muscle here, sliding fingers down cascading backs there…

“I should thank you properly for helping us both out,” Yellow panted.

He forced me down onto the toilet seat by my shoulders, then slid his hands down my torso, then gingerly tugged at my raging nubby boner. I could see that his was a throbbing, eager railroad spike as he knelt down in front of me and leaned in to swirl his tongue around my mushroom head.

“Fucking hell, Yellow, where you been all my life?” I panted with an exhilarated gasp, running my hands through his stiff dirty blonde hair, feeling his head bob up and down on me.

He released me with a sucking *pop* and grinned up at me, “I’m Doug, by the way. Douglas, but call me Doug.” He continued his greedy assault on my cock while I gasped a few more orgasmic breaths.

“C-Curtis. I’m Curtis,” we both laughed, having only just exchanged names while his mouth was around my dick. His deep laughter reverberated splendidly inside of his mouth against my leaking glans, stuffing his mouth with my pre, without a doubt.

Releasing me once more, he looked up at me. “Hey?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“You can have your 50 pounds back, Curtis,” he grinned then quickly buried his face back into my crotch.

It happened just as quickly and just as intensely as it did the first time. I felt the same electrifying jolt of energy shoot through me, making me groan and arch my back as I felt waves of pleasure crash into me. Now fully nude, I could see the transformation affect both of us with delicious clarity. I watched my perspective grow taller and taller, seeing and feeling my legs, arms, and torso stretch back to their normal size. “Fuuuuck yeeeeaaah,” I couldn’t help but moan as I watched my arms, legs, thighs, pecs, feet, hands, abs, fucking everywhere, throb and swell with dull, increasing pressure, flexing everything as my size returned to me. Then, feeling my balls pulse and sag, I dropped my hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair, as I animalistically bucked into his mouth, feeling my meat throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, deeper and deeper and deeper into Doug’s throat. He gripped my rounded, swelling ass as I gripped his head, finally feeling the dam burst as I flooded his guts with another massive serving of my seed, only causing him to gag just a few times, but still swallowing it all like a champ.

Both of us gasping with exhaustion, he stood up, his cock appearing to do some king of hiccuping motion as it shrank back. He was still shrinking in intermittent spurts, his arms deflating back to their respectable size, his pecs receding back to their typically sized mounds, his arms and legs dwindling back to their normality as he shook them out. His stature had diminished back to his short king height, and I could tell my the quickening of his cock’s hiccuping motions that the last part was coming. I reached out with both hands to tug his shrinking tool and massage his balls, hearing him whine/moan as his hips bucked with my motions. Very soon after, he erupted several copious volleys at me, splattering against my arms, my pecs, and my upper chest.

He collapsed onto me with exhaustion, his thick thighs and massive ass resting on top of my thighs, both of us panting in the orgasmic fog we’d created as he leaned his smaller self against my larger. His seed squished between our heaving, panting chests as he and I wrapped arms around each other to make out again.

Doug was unlike anyone I’d ever been with… Shit, by a long shot. And it’s crazy how much, though unspoken, he and I were both into this whole size play thing. Hell, I could spend way more time yo-yo’ing with him, seeing how big we could really make him. Creating a gym schedule with him so we could both add more mass to ourselves and go even crazier with this gift of his. Tricking assholes to loan him some of their size so he could turnaround and dump it all into me.

As we made out more in the bathroom of Francisco’s Diner, the whole room reeking of our sex and humid with our effort, I knew that our unlikely but fortuitous relationship was only just beginning.

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Fresh Tattoo

Chris's little brother Jake has recently turned 21, and he celebrated by getting a tattoo. Chris has been suspicious of the tattoo artist since it had been so expensive, nearly 2k for a simple shoulder tattoo that wouldn't take more than 2 hours. He tried to talk jake out of it, but he wouldn't budge, saying how reputable the tattoo artist was. Looking at the artist's page, he had to admit that all the tattoos were very good, but there was something strange. It was like every single client was a supermodel, incredibly muscular, handsome, tall.

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Chris pounded on Jake's door. Living together had good benefits, but one of the biggest cons was how messy Jake was. Last night, Jake had made a complete mess in the kitchen. It was like a rabid dog went through their pantry.

"You up? Can you come clean the kitchen, its a mess"

Chris heard shuffling, then huge thuds walking up the door. As the door opened, a huge 6'5" giant appeared, muscular, handsome, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim muscled waist. chris couldn't help but to stare at the giant man's bulge, making a large impression in his gym shorts. A tattoo adorned the stranger's right shoulder.

"Yea sorry gimme a sec"

"HOLY SHIT IS THAT YOU?"

Jake looked down at Chris confused.

"Yea? Who else would it be?" It was unmistakable, his face looked exactly like Jake, just the supermodel version of it. Jake's deep voice rattled Chris' brain. He couldn't comprehend how the person in front of him could be the same 5'5" twiggy nerd he saw the day before.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"What are you talking about bro, chill out"

Just like ice melting, Chris' mind numbed. Hadn't jake always looked like this? He hit puberty pretty hard and was always pretty active. Maybe it was just a weird dream Jake had this his little brother was "little", Jake hadn't been 5'5 since before highschool.

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"Hey bro, the guy that gave me this sick tattoo asked to refer him to you. I told him you were a tattoo virgin, and he said he'd give you one for free. Something about wanting the 'family to match' or something, you game?"

Something rewired in Chris' brain, he needed a tattoo like his little brother. Maybe then Jake would respect him for being the older brother.

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MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

The man, possessed by the Genie, narrows his eyes. “Bend over, faggot,” he says icily, pumping his cock. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

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Gooey Thief

(Original story posted May 7th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Carter looked down gleefully at Brad’s now vacant body lying motionless on the floor with his juicy ass on full display. At the same time, sitting on the kitchen counter, a jar filled with white shimmering goo began to rattle a little. Almost as if the goo inside was angry being trapped and forced to look upon the sight before it.

“Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter shrugged towards the seemingly sentient mass of goo trapped in the jar. With that he looked back down at the large hunky body laying on the floor. His roommate's body. Empty and ready for the taking…

Just a few hours prior Carter had run into a strange older man at a coffee shop. Handsome, silver hair, seemingly muscled body hidden under his designer clothes. For some reason he’d felt immediately comfortable around this stranger to the point where he began complaining about his roommate Brad. Saying that he was loud, dumb, always leaving his clothes around the flat and overall just a bit of a douche among other things. Not to mention he was envious of the jock’s large powerful body. Understandable considering Carter himself was rather skinny and unassuming in comparison. Yet despite all that he couldn’t help crushing on the jock anyway. Jerking off to him constantly and even stealing some of his clothes on the odd occasion.

After hearing all this the man offered Carter two white cubes that looked somewhat like sugar cubes. But when he explained what they could do Carter didn’t want to believe him. He wanted to call the man crazy. And yet he couldn’t help but believe him. Almost like he was under some sort of hypnotic spell just by being in this man’s presence.

“Use them well Carter.” The stranger said before finishing his coffee and leaving the lanky college nerd to decide what he was going to do with this little gift. Carter didn’t even get the man’s name. All he got were the initials on his jacket. C.W…

Armed with these special and seeming magical cubes, Carter had already decided what he was going to do. Seeing that Brad was already sat watching football in the living room, Carter reached into the fridge and opened two cans of beer before plopping one of the cubes in the can he planned on giving to Brad, hearing it dissolve inside. The jock was surprised to see his nerdy roommate bringing him a beer but he didn’t complain as he immediately took a gulp, much to Carter’s delight.

It took awhile for the cube to kick in but eventually Brad began to grunt in an uncomfortable manner. Seeing this Carter made sure to get a jar ready and soon enough Brad was stumbling into the kitchen as he believed was about to vomit. Before he could make it to the sink though he collapsed onto his knees. Part of Carter felt as though he should’ve been worried but the stranger he met said everything would be fine. The blind and unquestioning trust he had for the silver fox in the coffee shop told him to just believe and everything would work out fine. And so he watched on as Brad started to convulse a little while falling flat on the floor. According to the man’s instructions, this was when Carter had to use the jar.

He walked up and knelt beside the jock before lifting up his head and putting the jar under his lips just in time. Carter’s eyes widened with wonder as a wave of white goo came flowing out of Brad’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it. If what the stranger had told him was true then this goo was Brad’s very essence. His soul more or less. All being ejected from his body until it filled the jar. After screwing the lid on, Carter breathed a sigh of relief once he checked to feel that Brad’s body still had a heartbeat. And then… he grinned.

“Hahahaha! Suck it asshole! Let’s see you call me a wimpy nerd now that you don’t have that big hunky body of yours anymore!” Carter taunted the jar of white glimmering goo before setting down on the kitchen counter. He then turned his attention back to that large hunky body lying on the floor, wearing nothing more than shoes, socks and a pair of briefs. “Now let’s see the goods that you always taunted me with by walking around semi-nude all the time.” He continued before reaching down and pulling back the briefs to reveal that juicy jock butt. “Mmmmm perfect.”

Brad’s soul began to shake around vigorously inside the jar in protest. It was clear that he’d retained some form of consciousness in that form. “Sorry man, but you ain’t getting out of that jar until I’ve finished fixing things around here.” Carter told him before pulling out the other cube and dropping it in his own beer before necking the entire can in one go.

The lanky nerd wasn’t exactly sure how long he had before his own cube kicked in so he immediately got down on the floor and shoved his face into Brad’s former ass. Eating it out like his life depended on it. Digging his tongue deep into the hole and opening it up a little so that it was ready.

And then, it started.

Carter began to feel as though something were rising up his throat. As he did he started to lose control of his limbs until suddenly his whole body was convulsing just like Brad’s had done before. Before he knew it he’d lost all his senses as he was ejected from his body and spewed out as white goo. Except, as the stranger had told him, soul infused goo forms will naturally magnetise to another vacant body if one is nearby. As so, Carter found his gooey form being instantly attracted to Brad’s ass, stretching his hole a little as it entered. The real Brad could only watch in terror from his small glass prison as his former body began to convulse once again with his nerdy roommate's body now lying motionless between his asscheeks.

It didn’t take long for Carter’s body to eject every trace of his soul in liquid form only for it all to fill up Brad’s hole nicely. With that Carter began to slowly regain his senses as his goo form stretched itself throughout Brad’s body. Gradually he gained control of his new body’s limbs and torso until at last the rest of his consciousness was absorbed into the empty brain. And just like that, Carter’s new eyes darted open.

The first thing he felt was a head between his now much thicker ass and he immediately knew it’d worked. With an almost sinister smile Carter pushed himself up slowly as he began to take notice of how much bigger he was now. Before long he found himself standing, if not a little awkwardly at first due to his unfamiliar proportions, and looking down at his stolen body with glee. “I’m a fucking Jock!” He yelled using Brad’s deeper and much more bro-ish voice as he gazed upon all the thick muscle he now owned. Running his hands over his pecs and abs in disbelief. “Ohhhh yeah… this is amazing.”

Carter continued to explore his new body and even going as far as to tease his roommate. Standing directly in front of the jar and flexing while moaning about how good his new body felt. Groping himself all over and even going as far as to turn around and jiggle his new jock butt at the jar of goo while telling it how he was gonna have so many hot dudes plowing his hole from now on. How they’re just not gonna be able to resist the pull of a thick muscle ass belonging to a guy who used to claim he was straight.

“Regardless I can tell you one thing for certain, you’re never getting this body or it’s good looks back!” Carter laughed mockingly at the roommate who’d once tormented him.

Before long Carter found himself finally pulling down the front of his briefs and unleashing his new cock. “Mmmm fuck… now that’s an upgrade for sure.” He commented while smacking the thick rod against his hand. It must’ve been an easy 3-4 inches longer than his old dick and much thicker. “Perfect for plowing plenty of dad butts dontcha think?” Carter added before starting to jerk himself off. As he did he began to wonder if maybe he was being too mean. Sure Brad was a douche but did he deserve all this? To be trapped in a jar while someone else paraded around as him. Well it wasn’t as if Carter was going to give up this powerful hunky body now but…

He continued to jerk himself off until he finally blew a huge hot load that was strong enough to fly up and hit the jar, much to the real Brad’s disgust. After which however, Carter decided to take some pity on the former jock. Kinda. He grabbed the jar and brought it over towards his former skinny ass body. Brad already knew what Carter was trying to do but there was nothing could do to stop it as his form magnetised to the nerdy body the second Carter opened the lid and soon enough he was flowing into the mouth of Carter’s original body before he blacked out for a moment.

Brad’s eyes began to flicker open as he saw none other than his own beefy body standing over him. “Noooo… fuuckkk…” he mumbled, already knowing what’d happened.

“Back with us little guy?” Carter teased, having just pulled his briefs back up. “Hey don’t be pissed bro.” He said, imitating the way Brad spoke. “Surely having my old weak ass body can’t be any worse than being stuck in that jar right?” He grinned smugly.

“I can’t believe… you did this… how?” Brad asked groggily as he tried to stand.

“Doesn’t matter how. All you need to know is that I’m Brad now and if you ever try to tell anyone otherwise I’ll beat the fucking shit outta you. Got it?” He threatened. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go watch some football on the TV. It’s one of my favourite sports after all.” Carter smirked before sauntering off into the living room and collapsing onto the couch exactly where Brad had been sitting earlier, leaving the former jock to grieve his stolen life.

———

“It seems humans can be more merciful than I thought when given the choice.” Wavell thought to himself upon witnessing his most recent subject taking the body of his roommate.

“Out of the ten men I gave those cubes to, two of them decided not to use them. Six decided to use them and then allow the other man to take their old body out of pity or guilt. And only two of the ten decided to steal a body and leave the person they stole it from as a helpless pile of goo. Interesting.”

He wrote down a few notes regarding the experiment about how people react when given an opportunity such as this. He’d need to test it a few more times to get the most reliable data but what he had now was already proving to be interesting. With that the warlock nodded before flipping his notepad shut and returning back to his mansion.

[bendokuro]

A Soothing Massage

Lee checked the clock on the wall as he washed his hands in the tiny basin in his office. 5:30PM. It had been a long day. Lee had only been in the massage business for a few months now but his reputation for being a miracle worker with his hands had meant he was rushed off his feet most days. Just one more client before he clocked off for the day. Lee straightened his uniform and put on a smile before he opened the door to his small waiting room. It was the typical healthcare waiting room populated by uncomfortable grey chairs and out-of-date magazines under harsh fluorescent light. Lee surveyed the occupants of the room. Two men who couldn’t be any more different sat staring at their phones. The first was a mountain of a man. Even underneath his layers of clothing, you could tell he was packing some serious size. From the way the fabric stretched across his bulging arms, to the width of his lats spilling into the seats next to him, everything about the man screamed big. He was one of those guys who just seemed to take up all the space in the room.

Seated across from him, pretending to look at his phone while sneaking glances at the big man opposite him was a skinny tech bro-looking guy. You know the type, the person dressed super casually in skinny jeans and sneakers that probably cost more than most guys would make in a month. He had a slim, lanky physique and a complexion that just begged to see the sun.

Lee cleared his throat - “Guy”? The large bodybuilder raised his hand “That’s me” he rumbled in a deep baritone that shook the walls of the small room. The large man slowly hauled himself to his feet and gingerly made his way over to Lee. It was obvious that the large man was in some pain, by the way he walked. But even slightly stooped, he towered over the much shorter Lee. “This way please sir,'' Lee said, gesturing to the open door of the massage room. Guy grunted, ducking slightly as he turned his wide frame to the side so he could fit through the doorway. The world just wasn’t made for men the size of Guy.

Lee followed the giant into his practice room and shut the door. With Guy standing in the middle of the room, there was barely room for Lee to fit. “Please take a seat” Lee said gesturing to his massage table. Guy collapsed onto the table painfully with a grunt. “How can I help?” Lee asked as he looked up at the giant. “It’s my back, I was doing squats today and I think I’ve tweaked something,” Guy grumbled as he rolled his boulder shoulders trying to relieve the pressure on his tortured muscles. “Do you work out often?” Lee asked. “Just once and awhile,” Guy chuckled, clearly amused at the remark. “Ok then there’s something I can do to help with that, please remove your clothes and lay down so I can begin the session,” Lee said as he turned his back to assemble his oils. His oils were always perfectly arranged, but he liked to allow his clients some amount of modesty while they undressed. Although something told him that Guy was anything but modest.

After a few moments, Lee felt the room grow still, his cue that his client was ready. The giant bodybuilder was lying on the massage table face down, his wide lats and ape-like arms draping over the sides. Lee pulled over a small stool so he could get a better view of the giant's back. Guy’s wide back was hyper-muscular, packed densely with bulky sinew. Lee reached out and placed his palms on the giant's lower back. The muscle was hard and firm beneath his fingers. Lee began to knead it slightly, before feeling the muscle spasm slightly underneath his hands. “Fuck, that’s it!” Guy grimaces. Lee kneaded the muscle with the palms of his hands. “Fucking hell” Guy groaned, pain flushing his system. Lee thought for a few moments. “I know just the technique to stop you from feeling this pain, but it is a very advanced technique. You will need to give me permission to go ahead” Lee explained as he traced the spasming muscle with his fingers. “Fuck man, do anything you need to,” Guy groaned, his face twisted with pain. 

Lee pulled a small glass vial of liquid out of his pocket. The liquid inside seemed to dance in the light. He pulled the stopped off the vial and slowly poured it on Guy’s back. “Fuck that feels good,” Guy moaned and the silverly liquid pooled in the groves of his sculpted back. Using his hands, Lee began to massage the liquid into Guy’s skin. He marveled at the larger man’s musculature as he worked. Such a physique was truly a work of art. As Lee worked, the pain in Guy’s back began to dull, and Lee felt the larger man begin to relax under his touch. Sensing the change, Lee began to knead harder and harder. “Hey man, that’s starting to hur” snap! Guy was interrupted by the sound of a bone-crunching. “What the fuck was that?” Guy asked, some panic seeping into his voice. “Please don’t interrupt me, this is a critical part of the procedure” Lee snapped as he braced his hands on Guy’s back again. Another sickening crack filled the air. “Ohh fuck no” Guy said as he rolled over and swung his muscular legs over the side of the table. 

As the giant tried to stand up, Lee placed his hands on either side of the giant's muscular traps and with surprising strength pushed the man back towards the table. “Please sir, you will need to wait until the procedure is finished” Lee explained as he pushed Guy back down towards the table. Guy looked at Lee with a look of sheer terror as the much smaller man overpowered him and forced him back to the table. With one more crack, Guy felt his whole body tense and lock up. He couldn’t move from the neck down. “What did you do to me” Guy demanded, his voice filled with terror. “It’s all part of my procedure,” Lee said as he climbed down off the step ladder.

Lee made his way to the waiting room door before clearing his throat. “Mr Ryan, we’re ready for you now,” Lee said with a bow. The hipster jumped from his seat and followed Lee into the practice room. Kyle gasped as he saw the exposed giant in front of him. “Fuck dude, he’s even bigger under the clothes” the young man said as he pulled out his phone, “you don’t mind if I take a few pictures for the gram?”. “Please go right ahead, but we only have a few minutes” Lee said checking his watch. Kyle held up his hand to Guy’s. His slender soft hand looked almost childlike compared to Guy’s hulking mitts. “Dam dude, I bet these could do some damage,” Kyle whistled. Kyle spied Guy’s flip-flops sitting at the base of the table. “Holy shit dude, what are these, size 16s?” he said as he compared them to his much smaller size 8s.  “Mr Ryan, we need to finish the procedure,” Lee said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Hold on man, just need to check one thing” Kyle said placing his hands on Guy’s quad. With some difficulty, he rolled the titan onto his side. A huge cock flopped down and smacked against Guy’s muscular thigh. Kyle gingerly palmed the head of the monster in front of him. “Damn, it’s not even hard” he whispered to himself. 

“Why are you doing this?” Guy whimpered. “I’ve always been the pretty boy, '' Kyle said, as his hand began to explore the length of Guy’s shaft, “the kind of guy who girls want to be friends with and guys want to hang with”. His hands made it to the base of Guy’s shaft before moving down to his colossal balls. “But I want more than that. I want to be respected, I want to be powerful. I want to dominate”, Kyle said as he palmed one of Guy’s massive cum factories. “I deserve to be a god among men,” Kyle said as he squeezed Guy’s sack. Guy cried out in pain.

Lee cleared his throat again “Mr Ryan, we really must finish the procedure”. Typical - it was the seemingly nice guys that had a dark twist. Kyle released his grip on the titan's sack as he glared at Guy. The look seemed to pierce into Guy's soul as he was rolled back onto his front.

Once Guy was back in place, Lee knew he had to work fast. He placed his hands on Guy’s back and pushed again. Repeating the motion, slowly but surely, Guy’s back began to part, the wings of his lats making way to a dark void. After several more minutes, the crack in the man's back ran from his neck just above his waist, the dark void within swirling and dancing. Now was the time.

“He’s ready,” Lee said, stepping back from the table and bowing once more. Kyle quickly pulled off his shirt and shucked his pants. His average physique was nothing to be ashamed of, but soon he would be so much more. Kyle climbed onto the giant's back and pushed one of his legs into the void. “What did you do to me, I can’t feel my toes!” Guy yelled, his voice laden with panic. “Please Mr Guy, you must keep your voice down while the procedure is underway” Lee said as he gently pushed the laying giant. ” After several seconds, Guy’s left leg spasmed, the tendons extending and flexing as his toes started to wiggle. “Holy shit, this is such a rush,” Kyle said as he slipped his other leg into the void. 

Lee looked at the clock again. 5:51. “Please sir, we don’t have much time in the session, '' Lee said, taking a step forward towards the table. “Shut the fuck up and I’ll pay you double” Kyle spat at Lee as he prepared to lower his waist into the void. Lee stood back quietly. He was happy enough to let the man indulge for that price. Kyle moaned as he lowered his crotch into the void. Instantly Guy’s cock began swelling as its new host’s senses were becoming overwhelmed. Kyle moaned again, his strength momentarily faltering, causing him to lose his balance, hand and forearm being sucked into the void. "Damn, this is trippy," Kyle said as he flexed Guy's forearm. 

Guy panicked as he saw his hand begin to clench on his own accord. He willed every part of his being to move, his face red with exertion. But his efforts amounted to nothing. In desperation, he tried to cry out for help. Lee shot a scolding look at Guy, the larger man's screams muting as his jaw sealed shut. "I warned you Mr Guy, you must be quiet during the procedure". 

Lee looked back up at Kyle who was trying different ways of flexing the meaty forearm that was now under his control, his eyes glinting with a dark fixation as the muscle fibres shifted and danced under the skin. As was the agreement, Lee sat silently, letting the boy have his fun.

After several minutes, Kyle's voice broke the silence, "I'm ready, how do we finish this?". Lee cleared his throat "The procedure will complete once you place your head into the opening". “Well then, see you on the other side,” Kyle said, pausing momentarily before dunking his head into the void in Guy's back. 

Guy screamed into his gag, only stopping when his eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head. The giant tossed his head and murmured, his eyes rolling around beneath his eyelids as if he were having a bad dream as the void on his back shrank away. Silence filled the room as the void disappeared completely. 

Kyle awoke with a start, his eyes darting open wide. The giant lay there breathing heavily, his large pecs heaving as he fought to catch his breath. As the panic calmed, a smile grew on his face. “Fuck yeah”, he said, his voice rumbling in his chest. Kyle hauled himself up from the bench and flexed his muscles. “It’s hard to explain, I feel so fighting tight” he said as he ran his callused hands over his thick pecs. He used his thick fingers to paw at his swollen chest muscles, almost hypnotised by how hard the muscle was.

Lee looked at the clock again. 6:01. “Thank you for your custom sir. I trust you will settle your bill on the way out” Lee said, gesturing once more to the door. Kyle chuckled. The giant stood up to his full imposing height. He towered over Lee, staring deep into the smaller man's eyes. “I believe you owe me a massage” he rumbled, bringing Lee’s hand up to his heavy chest. Lee could feel the muscles flexing and rolling under the skin as Kyle took each long and heavy breath in his new body. Kyle dragged Lee’s hand lower, along the ridges of his abs, before coming to rest on his swollen cock. The hefty meat seemed to pulse in Lee’s small hand. Lee swallowed deeply, thinking of the damage that thing would do.

“Yes sir, let me get my oils.”

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

[bendokuro]

The Open Vessel

I never believed in my dad’s occult nonsense. Not really. Sure, I’d seen him chant over candles, mumble to himself in languages that sounded like they belonged in a horror movie, and fill our house with weird-smelling herbs. But it was just his thing—his manic obsession. Victor was always chasing something: immortality, power, a second chance. And, like always, he decided I was his ticket to getting it.

It started with the potion.

I came home late one night, the smell of sweat and beer still clinging to me from the party I’d been at. The house was dark except for the flickering light from the basement. I should’ve known something was wrong then, but I was too buzzed to care. I stumbled down the steps, calling out for him.

“Pato,” his voice slithered through the shadows before I saw him. He was crouched in the middle of a chalk circle, his eyes wild, his fingers stained with something dark. “Perfect timing.”

I scoffed. “What are you doing down here?”

“Very important work.” He grinned.

Then, before I could move, he lunged, his fingers smearing something wet and sticky across my forehead. The world tilted. My skin burned. And then—

I was still me. But I wasn’t alone.

At first, I thought I was going insane. Hearing whispers in my head, feeling impulses that weren’t mine. Then I realized—he was inside me. Victor. His spirit had crawled into my body like a parasite, wrapping around my mind, pressing against my thoughts.

Mine now, his voice echoed in my skull. Young again. Strong again.

For weeks, I was trapped inside my own body, forced to watch as he lived my life. He went to my classes, hung out with my friends, even hooked up with my girlfriend—all while I screamed silently, helplessly, inside. He loved it. The freedom, the energy, the control.

But then something went wrong.

I felt it before he did—a tearing, a burning, like his very essence was unraveling. He panicked, clawing at the edges of my mind, desperate to hold on. But it was too late.

His spirit came apart violently, screaming as it dissolved into nothing. I could feel every second of it—his terror, his rage, the way his consciousness frayed like rotten thread before vanishing completely.

And just like that, I was free.

Or so I thought.

The next possession happened a month later.

I was in the shower when the air turned cold, when I felt something slither into me like smoke filling my lungs. A stranger’s voice laughed in my head, giddy with disbelief.

No way. An open vessel?

This one was different from Victor. Younger. Hungrier. He didn’t just take over—he made me his. Got a bunch of tattoos, pierced my ears, dressed me in clothes I’d never wear. He partied, fucked, lived hard. And then, like my father, he burned out.

It kept happening.

Spirits found me. They didn’t know how or why, but my body was a door left wide open, and they walked right in. Some were cruel, some were desperate, but they all wanted the same thing—to be young again. To feel alive.

And they all left their mark.

Tattoos snaked across my skin. Piercings glinted in places I’d never have chosen. My hair grew long, then short, then wild with random colors. My body wasn’t my own anymore—it was a canvas for dead men’s fantasies.

I tried everything to stop it. Salt circles, prayers, even an exorcism. Nothing worked.

Then I found him.

The occultist called himself Elias. He was different from the other help I’d sought out—calm, calculating. When I told him what was happening, he didn’t look at me with pity or fear. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve.

“Your father’s spell left you vulnerable,” he said, fingers tracing the air around me like he could see the damage. “But I can close the door.”

“How?” I was desperate. Willing to try anything.

His eyes gleamed. “I need to enter you.”

I stiffened. “What?”

“Not like them,” he said smoothly. “I’ll go in, repair the damage from the inside, then leave. You’ll be free.”

I should’ve known better. But after years of being violated, of losing myself over and over, I was willing to risk it.

I let him in.

The moment his spirit slipped inside me, I knew I’d made a mistake.

His presence wasn’t like the others—it wasn’t chaotic or desperate. It was methodical. Dominant. He didn’t just settle into my body—he claimed it.

Oh, his voice purred in my mind. This is… exquisite.

I felt him rooting through my thoughts, my memories, savoring them like a fine wine. Then, to my horror, I felt something else—a slow, deliberate pulse of pleasure as his control seeped into my limbs. My hand moved on its own, sliding down my stomach, past the waistband of my pants.

What the hell are you doing? I demanded, panic rising.

Relax, Elias murmured, his presence curling around my thoughts like smoke. Just testing the connection.

But it wasn’t just a test. My fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking with a rhythm that wasn’t mine, pleasure building in tight, relentless waves. I tried to resist, but my body wasn’t mine anymore—it was his. And he was enjoying himself.

Is this—is this part of the process? I asked, my voice strained.

Not really, Elias admitted, his mental voice thick with satisfaction. But this feels too good to give up. He let out a low, dark laugh. That’s why I’m taking it. Taking you.

The orgasm hit like a punch, white-hot and involuntary, my body shuddering under his control. And as the pleasure faded, so did my resistance.

With a cold, clinical precision, he began pushing me out.

Wait— I tried to fight, but it was like holding back a tide. His will crushed mine effortlessly.

You don’t understand, he murmured, almost apologetic. I’ve never had a vessel so perfect. So… willing to let me in.

The last thing I felt before the darkness took me was the finality of it—the click of a lock, the sealing of a door.

And then I was outside.

Not just pushed aside—evicted.

I watched, helpless, as he stretched my limbs, as he admired the tattoos and piercings left by the others. He laughed, low and satisfied.

Don’t worry, he didn’t like you anyway, he whispered, talking to my body itself as if it had a mind of its own. But I’ll take good care of us. I'll be the best owner you could ever ask for and put you to great use.

[bendokuro]

“Yes or No?”

[bendokuro]

Spinoff: Fiancè Needs His Groomsmen Pt. 1

A collaboration with @vindictivenerdcels that reached out to me through his other account, inspired by @thesuitaskin Untouchable Fiancè series

Austin observed Nick from the distance like a hawk eyeing its prey. Every move of Nick's muscle, the dangling cross pendant, the way he grunted with each reps, the strength that body capable to produce, everything filtered through the lens and perspective of his now-wonderfully informed brain when it comes to all things workout and building physique. That is one delicious body to be taken over, he thought to himself as he stopped watching his supposed-best friend like a creep from a hidden point of view in the gym and walked to approach him.

"Hey there bro, you seemed to be in the zone already,"

"Oh hey there dude, you just arrived?Fashionably late today, don't you? The future Mrs. Hill kept you preoccupied?"

"Nah, it was future Mrs. Hill very own bestfriend that kept me longer in bed, it took quite some times to make the beast softened after all," Austin said with a smirk and a gentle grab of his crotch, which caused Nick to deviously grin and playfully punched Austin's arm

"You slick bastard. You know you can ruin that strong girlhood bond if you fuck all of her bestfriend's behind her back," Nick replied with a hint of sarcasm to Iris friend circles

"Well, what do you suggest I do to satiate their sex drive? Introducing my jacked douchebag of a best friend to them as my replacement?"

"Obviously, meathead! That's a start I know you haven't even think about until now. I mean, come on man, as I said it so many times, you gotta stop playing around and start sharing the ladies that hit on you to me or Adam. We have no issues pulling chicks but I'm not gonna say no if you pass me some hot chicks my way. And you, you can focus all your love and attention to Iris and her family,"

"HAHAHAH fuck you, dude! Stop teasing me to talk about that dweeb and his best friend. They disgust me, fuck, you just made me shivered with the thought of those two dweebs probably fucking each other while thinking about me,"

"Yeah dude, that story you shared about them scrolling through your IG sounded like a total nightmare. Fucking pervs,"

"Well, enough yapping. I'm about to hit chest today, so, see you around?"

"You don't need me to spot you? My schedule's free till the evening actually,"

"Nah, just lightweight workout for the day. Iris wanted to check out some vendor later today so I don't want to be pushing too hard,"

"Okay then. Oh yeah, totally forgot. I can do the fitting this Saturday, so you don't need to split my session's and Adam's, my brother postponed his visit,"

"Sweet, will tell Mr. Wendell about it so he can prepare his team for us. See ya later then, dude,"

Yup, all goes very sweetly according to his plan. Hopefully Benji will enjoy his time inside that incredibly jacked form of Nick's older brother, Mike. As for the fitting session.....that's the grand trap that will capture the two oblivious hunk unaware that they are literally like a pair of fish that swims into the net. As he started his set, his mind raced to the possible scene of seeing those jacked bodies of Nick and Adam seized by his best friends instead and how they will fool and toy around with Eli, a hardening meat started to beg to be released from the confine of the cotton briefs as it creates a rather prominent bulge in his pants, which Austin just stared with a smirk as he admired his overall form

---

Behind Eli's back, Owen actually used Austin's more flexible time to develop yet another set of pills. If the previous pills helped to jailbreak other people memory by integrating one's form to the neural system of the one taken over, he took it one step further this time. As far as he knows, he's the only one with the power to possess another people. He saw telekinetic, animal mind control, super strength or pyrokinetic folks in the past when his now-dead parents brought him to the "Gifted Meetings", or so they described it, but no one owned the kind of his power per his recollection.

The soul is a very sacred spaces and maybe his desire to have a loving parents caused him to develop such power in the first place, after all his mother was blessed in manifestation and foresight as her power so maybe this possession skill of his is the same kind of power as her manifestation but more directed towards something and definitely more potent due to its focus. The desire to live like others with complete set of family and sheltered from the cruelty of the world led him to have this ability and now, he finally materialized its full potential by staying inside Austin Hill for the past few months, much longer than his previous possession of Mr. Evans, the history teacher back in his highschool or Jamal Brooks, his college wide receiver, that only lasted around a week or two.

For him, the key has been the pills that he still took once per week, but he found the idea of making others experienced the same sensation as him to possess others to be thrilling so he used the profit Austin gained from crypto and stock to fund his exploration to create the possession pills. It sounds to be quite an extraordinary — even impossible — feat to achieve but as if proving his mother's powers, he indeed managed to create the pills as his dreams and just mere flashes of thoughts shown him to whom he should talk to, what ingredients to pick and what kind of steps he should take. The pills finished earlier this month and he's been making calls to some surprised friends that received a very odd phone call from the one and only Austin Hill. The surprise turned into intrigue as he explained his detailed plan to the flabbergasted friends, but of course they agreed to join forces and help Owen/Austin with that kind of reward on the line

Benjamin has been the first to demonstrate the efficacy of the pills. As he posed as a UPS delivery person, he downed the new pill right as he knocked on Mike Moretti's front door.

Not wasting his time, Benji lunged right away at Mike's body as soon as he opened his door and instead of stumbling and falling together to the ground, as planned, Benjamin indeed slipped into Mike's body with ease, the body was so shocked it failed to react appropriately to the invader. Benji, as Mike, quickly ripped open the package he previously brought filled with the memory pills. He grabbed one pill out from the tube and downed it dry in one go, Mike's supplement usage eased him to down the big pill with no help of water whatsoevers.

The metallic bitterness hit instantly, and within seconds, a slow surge ignited behind his eyes. His breath caught. His knees bent slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the incoming neural flood. Images, names, memories came in waves. Friends. Codes. Muscle memory. How Mike lifted. How he fucked his wife so incredibly to the point of them having their 5th child and would be 6th if she didn't stop him . How he thought. How he ran his business, everything became accessible for Benji as he quickly made the phone call to Austin to confirm the success of the possession

"Well, call your brother then and deliver the news that Angelo is too sick or whatever, make it convincing as fuck and ensure him that he can stay in town and you will come visit the other time, no need to visit you, okay?"

"This is the last time I'm calling you. I don't take orders from anyone, I'm Mike fucking Moretti," he said with a teasing growl

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy that thick Italian sausage, you dweeb. Just do your job and I will not mess up with you,"

---

"Where are you going this early? It's Saturday, I'm making breakfast,"

"Not your business, fag, and I'm not eating your soyboy cooking anyway,"

"Hey, that's not nice, and I know where you are going anyway,"

"And so, why do you ask then? I'm not obliged to let you know my errand or who am I going to meet,"

Eli stammered. That sounds like Austin, yes, but there's also this bubbling Owen that seemed to rose to the surface, is Owen frustrated with him? Eli thought

"I--- I just---"

"Anyway, just do the fucking laundry and prepare for Iris to come later. I know you will probably sink your nose to my gym gear before tossing it to the washing machine, just don't let me see you doing that shit when I come back and do wash it clean, will ya? My Alphalete gear smelled ripe because you probably didn't wash it right, thank fuck I'm the face of the brand so I can just request a new set, but I want what I have now to be clean, you hear me?

"O---okay, Austin,"

As Austin entered his car, he called Peter and Ron to prepare themselves as he is on his way to the tailor. Then, as he starts to drive, Adam calls him

"Hey there dude, sorry for such last minute call. I somehow cannot start my car and I'm actually in my family's cabin by the lake, no sane Uber will pick me up over here. Can I postpone my session to next week?"

"I can pick you up," Austin said as he gritted his teeth, slightly pissed off with the situation as his mind already wandered to all the adjustment he needed to do

"Wait--- what? Are you sure? Man, so sorry for the hassle, okay? I promise I will make it up to you, if Mr. Wendell charged you extra, let me pay for it,"

"No worries, I'll handle him. I'll be in your place in around 45 minutes,"

As he takes a sudden U-turn, he sends a voice note to Ron

"I'm picking you up in 10 mins, we're going for a quick road trip,"

---

"Dude, that's hella quick, I thought I would have some times to cram in some work before you pick me up. And oh, who's that tailing you?"

"See, told you he forgets you," he said to the dejected Ron that stands behind him as he just swallowed the pill, "Well, he's been called Ron all his life. But he's about to be called Adam soon,"

"Oh.....okay, he has the same name as me?"

"Even better. Now Ron!"

Frozen in his seat as he's left puzzled on what Austin said and the sight of the pale fat fuck that sprinted to his direction, Adam blinked a bit too late as he witnessed the way Ron's obese body seemingly sinking into him. He's left speechless, his mouth opens but he cannot say a thing as the invading force caused him to be practically paralyzed from head to toe. He let out a painful groan as more and more of Ron submerged into him and seemingly aligned his form inside of his much leaner physique. His eyes darted to the smirking Austin that approached him with what seems to be a tube of supplement. Austin takes one out and it glows like a shiny metal. As Ron seemingly take more and more spaces inside of him and started to reach control over his vocal chord, Adam's eyes went wide as he listened to himself chuckling bitterly

"After all the session I taught you back then, fuck you for forgetting me! I'm taking my payment now you meathead!"

He tried to reply to the statement that escaped his mouth, trying to plead sorry as he remembered Ron now as the Math prodigy that helped him survived the mandatory Math classes he should take back then by being his tutor for free, but it's a bit too late as Ron already controlled his nostril too and caused Adam's psyche to panic as he momentarily suffocated in the uncertainty. Soon after, he lost his sight and eventually grip of his own physical form, cornered to his brain that he valiantly tried to protect from the invading force. He witnessed in his subconscience how Ron tried to fit himself to the controlling seat of his body but Ron's massive form failed him to be in the controlling seat as it's already molded to fit the real Adam and the real Adam only. But that's when Adam heard

"Chuck me the pills, I'm fucking ready!"

Adam watched in confusion then as he heard the gulping sound and then a loud, whirring noise and a bright blast hit him very hard. He let out a crackling scream that falls on deaf ear as he's no longer the conscious and soon not even a subsconcious part of his own physique. The noise and the blast also revealed a rather surprising transformation as he witnessed Ron's psyche already shifted to resemble him through and through, no longer fat and totally resembling Adam even to every single detail of his five o'clock shadow.

With a smirk as he stared back at the surprised Adam, his impostor seated himself in the controlling seat of his brain, all connected to the whole nervous system and memory bank that belong to Adam. In the outside world, Austin witnessed live for the first time how his pills take effect in real time and he's more than pleased seeing how seemingly effective the whole thing is. It's not even 5 minutes since the initial takeover, and Adam is already a changed man inside

"Ohh Austin......he really is a goody two shoes per your explanation. So positive, a very prominent advocate for wellness and mental health, a very nice sweet guy. He's a changed man from his college days, but too bad he's a dick to me and to be honest, we can let that rotten former college jock personality out a bit more, don't you think? I'm not building my muscle all this year for nothing,"

"As tempting as it sounds, you better stay in character. We cannot let people suspect a thing for now. Plus, it's too early and you still need to retain control, I'm afraid acting out of the ordinary will make the brain detected something off. It's pills after all, not the same as my power,"

"Uggghhh fine........"

---

When they finally arrived back in town, they go straight to the tailor. Hopefully Peter stick to the plan and keep himself hidden from anyone's sight, Austin muttered under his breaty. It's going to be pretty reckless of him to tackle Nick all by himself in such a public setting. Even worse, Pete might be beaten to a pulp by Nick and that's not a sight he wished to see. As they walked in to the shop, Mr. Wendell welcomed them

"Your friend is waiting inside already, I already measured him and he's probably changing his clothes or tried out some things with my assistant Jason,"

Austin and Adam entered the room that Mr. Wendell pointed at and found quite a sight to behold. Nick just finished putting on his white tee but his cock dangled out freely with the blonde, dainty guy presumably to be Jason kneeled right next to it with his face splattered by cum

"Oh, there you two, I'm fucking bored waiting so I called him in and just make him use his hour. You paid him by the hour, right?"

"Nick---"

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this? Are you trying to get me blacklisted?"

"Oh calm down will ya. Jason here won't say a word to Mr. Wendell, right? You are not going to make your uncle have a heart attack and also break your parents heart because of your slutty mouth, correct?"

"Y---yes, sir,"

"See, told you. After all, I will not fuck that mouth of his if you're not late, Austin. Now, cum rag, clean up and call your friend to come here, it's fitting time for them," Nick said coldly as he put on the casual dress shirt given by Mr. Wendell for sizing and material options

"Y--yes sir, on it,"

As Jason walks out from the room, Austin quirked his eyebrow

"Pete? Are you there?"

"Who's Pete?"

"Drop it, Pete. It will take quite a tremendous coercion to even make Nick let a fag gets close to his cock, let alone him blowing his load for anything but a chick,"

"Well, guess I do need that mind merge pills after all. Do you bring it with you?"

"How the heck you made it?"

"Him? Oh he's easy as fuck. He was busy listening to this shitty men's right podcast with his earbuds as he exited his car. I just jumped right in from behind, no witness, no camera, no resistance, just a smooth takeover,"

"Oh......that's nice. Wait......did you hear that? Someone's groaning from outside, should we check?"

As the three men walk out from the private fitting room, they are surprised with the sight in front of their eyes as the store blind closed in full so no one from the outside can see the debauchery that happened inside. Mr. Wendell, in all his bonafide DILF glory with his suit tattered on the floor, is getting serviced by his three assistants, Jason, Franco and Dominic. As Mr. Wendell opened his eyes, he makes eye contact with Austin & co. and let out a chuckle while Nick grinned from ear to ear

"What did you do, Nick?" asked Austin rather sternly

"Oh well......about that----"

-------

Part 2 and (maybe) 3 will be released by @vindictivenerdcels

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Swapped into the Himbo Next Door

I can't believe that meathead next door is being loud again. Keith moved in a year ago and its been nothing but loud music, yelling, parties, and loud moans from some guy he fucks (I assume with his Alpha demeanor).

I mean don't get me wrong he is gorgeous and if I had the chance I would sleep with him but his personality is complete trash. I am not sure how he affords the condo but his job must pay decent. Keith works at a warehouse doing stocking and odd jobs, which is great for someone who has his body. He often comes home and plays video games screaming about it, that it wakes me up. You know, typical 25 year old alpha jock who is horny all the time. There is sometimes he comes home only wearing his shorts, freeballing, from the gym and his musk is so amazing plus the show I get. He sometimes poses in the hall knowing I probably see him or others do. He has caught me checking him out a few times but I instantly turn away and try to hide my boner. I follow him on instagram and see the thirst traps he posts, his body looks amazing.

Now it may sound like I am boring but I am a job in marketing for a firm and I work a normal 9-5 job so I do stay up late and even play some of the same games but I am not that loud. I have asked him many times to please be considerate of the time when being loud, I don't mind it until its after usually midnight then I start to get annoyed.

The best time is when he is at work working long hours or at the gym every day. I often wish I could have a body like his and have a carefree life but sadly being 36 and the stress of life has made it so I have that beer belly which hides well. I have been told by people I look good and I do have my fair share of hookups and dates. I have been trying to go to the gym more but sadly everything seems to get in the way or I am too tired from being kept up.

I was woken up by a loud yelling and slamming a door in the hall, figured maybe Keith is drunk and has had his fuckboi over. Then I heard him playing call of duty yelling. I got up and headed over to his door just in my sleep pants and shirt with shoes on.

I am annoyed and tired so I knock at his door, he opens the door completely naked and I am just in awe seeing him in all his glory. His cock is way bigger than I thought. I quickly grab my composure and ask him if he could keep it down since its a Thursday and I have to work in the morning.

He looks at me and just smirks, I can smell the scent of Rum on him probably captain morgan. I peek down once more and see him getting hard, its getting so huge now must be around 9-10in uncut.

He apologized to me for the noise and says he had an argument with his normal cum dump and was frustrated along with the stress from everything else. He seemed like he was sincere but I kept noticing he was still hard the whole time talking to me while he was enjoying seeing me get embarrassed that he was naked in front of me and he lifted his arm taking a whiff of his own armpit.

He asked me to come in and have a drink so he can at least show how sorry he is. I figured it was a nice gesture but it was one in the morning and I shouldn't. I told him it was a little late and I need rest for the morning for a big presentation I have for work. He told me it would be just one or two drinks and he could use a "bro" right now.

I headed inside even though everything in my mind is saying dont. His place was very typical for a single guy in his twenties, he had a few things and the scent of his must along with maybe cum was in the air. He had a nice tv and his xbox was on with call of duty on the screen. He asked what kind of drinks I like, I told him anything is fine. He smiled and headed to his kitchen and poured two huge shots of rum. I told him thats a lot but he encouraged me to take it and gave me a coke to help which was already poured.

We cheered and I took the shot and it was a lot, I went to the drink to chase it and it was coke and rum but HEAVY on the rum. Basically filled with rum and a splash of coke. He saw that I was struggling and laughed saying "Can't Handle it Bro?"

I stood up and yelled, that was very funny but I am heading home. He jumped up and put his arm around me with his hard cock touching my leg. "Why don't you stay and lets get to know each other so we know our neighbor?" He then walked me to the couch and sat me down. He then sat right next to me and started drinking another cup he had, probably same as he gave me.

I looked down and was just staring at his cock with my dick fully hard and I couldn't hide it. He asked if I see something I like and started smiling while drinking. I started to drink too so I can get less awkward and get this over with. I knew he was getting off doing this to me.

We talked about what we both do for work and he asked a lot about me which was very nice. He said he was jealous I had a great career and not be struggling. He told me that he was having a hard time paying bills and his life isnt all easy. He talked about the gym and how it helps get his mind off things. I started to think maybe I misunderstood him.

Keith told me that he wished he could have it as nice as I do and a good job. I told him I wished I had a body like his and as much sex as he does.

His eyes lit up, and asked if I was serious. I told him Yes and hearing everything I was jealous of the sex life.

He smiled and said maybe I can help you and you can help me one day. We both took another shot he had prepared and thats when I started to feel a little tipsy. He then said maybe if I wanted to know his body maybe I should taste his cock.

Being tipsy and his hand on the back of my head pushing lightly down I simply leaned over and started sucking. It tasted so good and he was leaking precum already. He pushed my head all the way down on his cock and I started to choke, I was in heaven and I kept going as best as I can. After a while of doing this I felt him tense up and he pushed my head back down and he shot deep in my throat but keeping me down there and said swallow it like a good bitch. I did just that and he let go, he thanked me for giving him one of the best blowjobs ever and for what tomorrow will bring. I thought it was weird and headed back across the hall to my place.

The next day I woke up feeling really heavy and groggy like I drank way too much and having a slight hangover. I rolled over and saw the sun coming through the blinds and I shot up wondering what time it was, thats when I noticed I wasnt in my room. I was in a room that was less decorated and had a cum scent, I must have been more drunk than I thought and went back to Keith's place. I then saw his mirrors next to the bed and saw Keith staring back in shock, I was somehow Keith and its weird.

I pulled the blanket off and saw his body and that huge beautiful cock, my mind started to drift and the body was horny as hell. I started jerking off Keith's cock or my cock and staring at myself in the mirror. I stood up still stroking and enjoying every moment, I grabbed his phone and started taking a video of it so I can watch it later. I shot a huge load all over the mirror, I never knew that much was humanly possible and it was dripping from the mirror and I took a finger and tasted it. It was perfect, just like my body.

My mind then thought if I am in his body then he must be in mine and we had the huge presentation today. I was panicked and saw the time, it was almost 3pm. I texted my number and asked him to text me about this. I got a response saying "We will talk when I get home tonight, hope you enjoy that body and the libido. You Head to the gym and workout then we can talk after that bro."

I got up and thought I should clean up and shower but I would just get sweaty at the gym so just threw on some clothes and headed out. Working out in his body was insane, so easy and I had tons of guys checking me out. I noticed my new cock wont stay soft when I saw others looking at me.

After a two hour gym session I got back to the condo and saw my old body waiting. We went into the condo and talked. He said he swapped us because he wanted to see how my life was and how people dont judge him for being just a "hot guy"

He told me that we would be swapped until Monday morning so I would have to enjoy it. We should live the life like the other and just enjoy things, I could call his cumdump and have him come over or go out to the bars and find someone. He told me that everyone was impressed with the presentation and he had some of my memories which I would slowly get his the longer we are swapped. He was a great in my body and life and he loved being Jacob.

He walked out while I was asking him to swap us back and said nothing can happen till monday so have fun KEITH.

I went home and took some pictures with some good poses.

I was shocked but I had to make the best of it. I hit the bar dressed in just in just tight jeans and a tight shirt clearly showing my package in the jeans. It was hard to hide it but I am Keith so I shouldn't care.

As soon as I walked up to the bar to get a drink a guy started hitting on me, this cute little twink who kept rubbing my muscles. We both got some drinks and we danced a ton, I have never seen so many guys checking me out and trying to hit on me in my old body. Keith's body gets tons of attention but my new cock keeps getting hard and that makes it hard to hide.

After a ton of drinks and a nice uber ride home with this twink we hit the room, this twink couldnt get enough of me. He was feeling me up and constantly kissing me. As soon as we walked in I stripped off my clothes to show off to him, he was in awe and dropped to his knees. I thrusted into his mouth and kept going in and out, this guy was amazing. After a while of getting some good head we went to the room and I picked him up and started fucking him while holding him up. The strength was perfect and he was moaning so loud. I started feeling amazing and started telling him to take it and how do you like it, he kept moaning louder in pleasure. I shot deep inside him and we both laid down on the bed and passed out.

Woke up saturday afternoon still in Keith's body with that twink next to me, we both smoked some weed and drank then fucked all day and I couldnt believe how horny this body is and how much I can keep going. The stamina is insane.

Sunday was similar I went to the bar again and found another one, brought him home and same as before just another cumdump.

I woke up Monday feeling amazing, I havent had this much stamina and sex ever in my life. I texted my old number to find out when we were going to swap back and waited. I got up and cleaned Keith's whole apartment, it was very dirty but figured might as well get it clean for him to go more rounds in when he returns.

I got a knock at the door and went to it in just my briefs, it was an eviction notice on the door, Keith was being evicted because of the many noise complaints. I called my old phone and he answered, I told him about the eviction notice and he said "yeah heh guess thats your problem now Keith, maybe you can use that body to find a place to crash or make some good money." and he hung up.

I went over to my old condo and knocked, he didn't answer and I kept knocking and calling my old number. I was worried that he just stole my life and is making me take his life.

Sure this body is amazing but it doesn't have a career, I cant stop being horny, and checking his account he has some money saved up but nothing close to my money. I went back in the condo and was panicking. Then my phone beeped from my old number, he sent a picture of my body on vacation in Hawaii. It seemed he asked for some time off to relax after getting the new clients from my presentation. He then said we are never going to swap back so you better get packing bitch. And then I was blocked.

I was worried, I started packing things and tried to figure out what to do. Then after midnight his memories started to flood into my mind, like he had it programmed to come in after today. I still had all my memories and knowledge but I had his as well now. He had this planned for a while now, he wanted to have a life where he wasn't bothered by finding a career and everything plus he was tired of being horny 24/7 and couldn't satisfy it.

I found out he did onlyfans to make his "actual" money and had a good amount saved so he can move. He had cameras all in the bedroom and living room and was filming all the time to use for "Content" so he can just upload his random hookups.

I saw the video of the night he had me over and I decided to upload that one titled "Seducing and Fucking my Boring Neighbor."

When I woke up my phone was filled with notifications of people loving the new video and cant get enough of it. I had so much of a following and the new video got tons of new subscribers and tips from it.

I posted a quick couple shots of myself for the simps on there and said I have to pack since I am going to be homeless. Then a bunch of people donated a ton of money to help, I had more money than I could believe to get a new place. I sent each person a person picture and then posted a jerking vid to get more.

Its been six months now as Keith, I have used my marketing knowledge from my old life and he is now making tons in OnlyFans and thirst traps in youtube, twitch, and instagram. I am making a good amount and working out a ton in the gym which I have a series of workout videos (both normal and sexual) and they are getting more views than I could have dreamed.

I found out the old Keith follows me on all platforms and subscribes on OnlyFans. He sent a text asking if I was happy and if we could swap back trying to sound Alpha in his message. I guess the alpha transferred with him and I have some of it but I am a better Keith than he was. I am more nice to people and I pay attention to the noise and everything in my new place. I was able to get a new bigger condo across town and tons of nice things.

I blocked him on messaging me in all platforms only after sending him this picture.

I was still being very masculine and alpha but just more nice to people, that being said I still like it rough in the bedroom and love the amount of sex I get. Every hookup is content and the Subs love it.

Now one last flew and I have to find a new hookup for content tonight.

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BFB: Part One

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BFB: Borrowed From Bro

Luca and I have been friends since we were about six years old, and for as long as I can remember... I've had a crush on Beckett, his older brother.

We were four years apart, but gosh... he was always so funny, with a unique charisma. Or well, that was a few years ago, suddenly he became cold, cutting, hardly ever wanted to spend time with me or Luca; but he had become hot...

He had really focused on improving his physique, he wasn't a sportsman as such, but he spent all his time in the gym, flexing those fat, sweaty muscles… It was like martyrdom.

I was about to turn eighteen in about three days. I was pretty excited at the thought of it plus all that it entailed like the party, the presents. However, my parents would not be there because of their work, they used to travel a lot; actually it was not the first time they missed my birthday, but it felt a strange emptiness to turn this age without them being there.

Although, Luca's family gladly accepted to receive me in their home, because of our closeness, it almost seemed like another one of their children. And his parents were almost like my second parents.

- Do you already have an idea for your birthday? - Luca's mother asked with a smile.

- Maybe something simple, I don't want to be a bother.

- Not at all, Jamie. You know you're family.

I could only smile softly.

- Seriously, something quiet.

- Well, if you insist - she denied - in the garage we have a couple of party things, tell Luca and Beck to help you.

My heart was pounding and nervous. There was no problem with Luca helping me, of course. But imagining Beckett was...

- Oh, no. I'm sure Beckett has more important things to do, he shouldn't be bothered - I said laughing nervously.

- No, no. He must help you - I swallowed.

- It's really okay, don't worry - I denied, starting to move backwards to run out to the garage. But then Beckett came in.

- There you are! Help your brother and Jamie find the party decorations in the garage.

He was pouring himself a glass of water, set the pitcher down on the counter, it was a thud. He fell silent to nod dryly, didn't even say anything else. I bit my lip nervously, what had I done to make him act that way with me, had he realized I liked him and that pushed him away?

I quietly thanked him and left for the garage. The worst happened next, though. Luca had left hours before, he would be back until the afternoon, so I was alone with Beckett for the day.

There was no noise at all, all was silence beyond the rubbing between the cardboard boxes as they were moved or lowered. I must admit it was quite a treat to watch the boy of my dreams carry boxes, to see his biceps swell and his stern expression as he bore the weight. It was so hard not to get "excited".

Sometimes we would exchange glances, he would stare at me until I ended up getting uncomfortable and looked away before hiding in a pile of boxes.

- And... How was college?

- Fine.

He answered almost with a grunt. I sighed at my vain effort, tried to pull a box from a high shelf, had to stretch a lot though it ended up falling abruptly, opening.

An elegant mirror ended up sliding on the floor, fortunately without a scratch. I took the artifact in my hands to examine it, it certainly looked elegant, somewhat heavy. It seemed to be made almost of gold.

I looked at the surface, I swear I saw it glitter for an instant.

- What is it? - Beckett murmured to take it in his hands, snatching it from me.

- A mirror...

He said nothing. He saw himself in it for an instant and then handed it to me.

- Be more careful, put it away. Maybe it belongs to my grandparents.

I nodded and obeyed, put it away and put it back in the box, putting it back in its place. After a while, we ended up finding everything we needed for the party. I took the boxes and brought them into the house, Beckett looked at me again for a while, with that same cold expression before going up to his room and locking himself in. His parents went out to buy some things for the party like food and drinks to get everything ready.

So I went to the guest room (which was almost my room, since I was always in it), lay on the bed with my eyes staring at the ceiling. I sighed, it felt pretty… wrong how Beckett treated me. Surely he was straight, I know he would never reciprocate, but the feeling of rejection, how he saw me, the mere fact that he wouldn't even speak to me, burned in me with anguish.

I started to feel drowsy, maybe I was too tired from carrying boxes - how pathetic it sounded - I tried to resist the feeling, but I ended up closing my eyes.

I don't know how much time passed. At least several hours, I opened my eyes confused, feeling sweaty. I gasped in annoyance at the sensation and the... shit, it stank.

Everything was dark but I couldn't help but feel heavy, I stood up. I felt my footsteps echo through the room as I fumbled for the room's blackout. I felt that something was not right at all. And when I turned on the light, I found myself in a room completely foreign to my own.

It wasn't unfamiliar, though.

I looked at Beckett's awards, his car posters, his computer. It was all there.

- What on earth? - came out of my mouth. Then I felt my voice sound completely different, deep, masculine. My gaze lowered, I gasped as I saw my new build: two big pecs and shapely abs. While my body wasn't bad, it wasn't this built.

I lifted my armpit a little to sniff, it stank... but it was such an intoxicating, exciting aroma. Soon I found myself sniffing like crazy, licking and sniffing insistently. I was grinning like a fool, I didn't know what was wrong with me, I didn't even know what body I was in but now I was so... lost in continuing to smell my stench.

It was until my gaze stopped at the mirror that I saw my reflection.

- Fuck! - I screamed.

I rushed to the mirror, pressed my hands against the surface and saw him: Beckett. His body responded in parallel to my actions, exactly the same. His expressions were the same as mine, everything... even the relief on his pants. I wanted to hold on. I swear I did, but I ended up taking off every garment until it was just me and Beck's sweaty skin.

My chest rose and fell nervously, I began to caress his pecs, enjoying the softness and how easy it was to squeeze them, I let out a loud gasp as I squeezed again and again hard.

- Fuck, yeah - it was like touching the stars to see the boy who was driving me crazy to be panting and with a goofy, lustful expression - do you like the way I look, Jamie?

A shiver spread through my body just hearing him say my name in that tone.

I pulled out his phone - or now mine?

To start taking pictures, I immediately sent them to my number. I had to have this if it wasn't permanent... I flexed my arms hard, widening my big new biceps and letting the stinky stench come out more freely. Stinking up the whole environment.

- I'm fucking hot.

I muttered. I walked over to the mirror, watching myself closely. My heart was pounding, I'd loved Beck forever, and now he was so close to me… I knew part of it didn't count because it wasn't him, it was me in command of his huge muscles.

But I didn't care.

- You look so good, Jamie... - again, it was pure ecstasy. My name across his silky lips - I have loved you for so long...

And I immediately slammed my lips against the mirror, my sweaty muscles and upturned manhood against the coolness of the reflective surface. It was a chaos of sweat, saliva and the sounds of my body crashing over and over against the mirror.

- You feel so good, Jamie...

I grunted, feeling that I was closer to releasing my seed. I continued to lick, gasped and rolled my eyes in pleasure, when I heard the door open.

- Beck, hey, do you know how long Jamie has been asleep? - Luca walked in, I didn't even have time to react or restrain myself. I turned to him as he gasped and I felt buckets of thick goo spill out onto the floor as I had a goofy expression on my lips.

- Ugh...

- Beckett, what the fuck! - Luca looked at me with some disgust, closing the door immediately - Yes you are going to do those things for sure!

- Luca, wait...

- What?

I swallowed hard, how could I tell my best friend that I was inside his brother without him taking me for crazy.

- I... I'm not Beck.

- Right, and I'm Nicki Minaj. Don't play games, asshole. You better cover up!

I covered myself with my hands.

- I'm telling you the truth, man. I'm Jamie.

- ... What the hell got into you today, Beckett? First you do this and now you're using Jamie for this stuff.

- It's the truth!

- Is it? Tell me something you'd only know if you were Jamie.

- When you were six, you wet your bed at a sleepover of mine, you tried to justify it by saying it was the cat but my cat had escaped a week ago. Then one time you stole Beckett's boxers to make fun of me because I like him, and...

- All right, all right, all right! I believe you... Shit, how is that possible?

Luca started circling around me confused but curious.

- I don't know, man. I just... I got sleepy and when I woke up, he was here.

- This is unbelievable! - he seemed fascinated - Let's go out!

- We're going out! What?

- Yeah, yeah! Let's get your body out there!

He didn't even give me time to say no, he quickly put on my clothes, took my hand and rushed me out of the room. I wanted to resist, but Luca was too insistent.

- Wait, what about Beckett? What if he's in my body?

- Fuck that! He's asleep, completely lost.

- And your parents?

- They're not back yet! Hurry, let's go!

And we were out of the house.

- And how will we leave?

- In Beckett's car.

- Are you out of your mind? He won't let anyone touch it.

- Yeah, but you're him now. He can't say anything if it's your own car, can he?

He smiled broadly.

I sighed, nodded and we ended up taking the car. I drove for a while until we got to the address he indicated.

- Where are we?

- At his gym.

- Luca, what's wrong with you?

- Nothing! But don't you see the possibilities? This is great. Now you're him, you've got his strength, you've got his body... You have everything!

I nodded softly. His gaze rested on me for a while, and he leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him away immediately.

- Dude, what the fuck!

- I'm sorry. Yeah?

- Luca, it's your brother's body!

- But it's hot! And don't tell me you don't think so too. It's so... big, sweaty. And now you're in the pilot's seat, and I can...

My heart was pounding, I felt his hand come up to my thigh to slowly caress it.

- Luca...

- My friend... Give me this. When could I have this? Never. Please... Technically you and I are just friends, there's nothing wrong. No?...

I swallowed.

- Fine.

He took me by the chin to start kissing me, it was an intense and sloppy kiss, our tongues colliding, his soft gasps, a little saliva escaping his lips as he kissed me more and more.

Until I pulled him apart again.

- Let's go to the gym.

- What for?

- Trust me.

We both got out of the car, went inside. The receptionist looked at me for a moment, I just waved before he nodded and gave me a smile.

That made me feel strangely... confident.

I lifted my chest and strode confidently forward among the machines and other sports equipment. I found one that caught my attention, I had no idea what these things were called, but I put as much weight on it as I thought would be enough, grabbed the ends, pulled the pulleys and started flexing towards my chest and back.

I loved the feeling… I felt strong, powerful, extremely masculine. How my chest puffed out, how well my arms burned. I felt like I could break a rock with one punch.

- Wow, dude...

I smiled when I heard him, looked at him and winked.

- Do you like what you see?

We went on like that for quite a while, every time I touched a machine it was as if I knew exactly what it was for, and I did one exercise after another. I loved feeling my muscles pumping!

And I loved even more letting Luca take pictures of me, posing, flexing, reeking of pure masculinity.

I also took pictures of myself and sent them to my number. I knew it was a risky thing to do, we didn't know if Beckett was inside my body, or if I was in charge of his while he was still in here. But he definitely had to send me evidence of this.

I loved feeling my body heat, how the seat was soaked with my scent and sweat, wet and warm. Leaving the trace of my huge back or my fat buttocks for having been there.

I ended up exhausted. But it felt incredibly satisfying, like I had won a marathon or something. I felt like everything on me was sweaty and stinky, but I didn't care, gosh, I was addicted to this stinky, potent stench...

I didn't even bother going into the locker room. I preferred to go to the car like this, there was something inside me that I had never known; I didn't know if it was confidence, arrogance or narcissism, but I felt amazing. I lifted my armpit in the driver's seat and immediately Luca was against it, licking and sniffing desperately as if hypnotized.

We drove home and on the way I let him bend over so he could lick my new tool. Leaving is entirely wet, full of his dripping saliva and my thick seed running down his face.

I parked the car, noticing that his parents' van was already at the gate.

- What shall we tell your parents? They're here.

- Nothing. We'll tell them we went out and that “Jamie” was very tired, that's all.

He wiped what was dripping on his face to quickly put his fingers in his mouth and get out.

I followed him, and it really was quick. We just waved, said we were going out for a while, that “Jamie” had finished exhausted and we'd go upstairs. His parents just said it was nice to see us hanging out and didn't ask any more questions.

We went straight to Luca's room.

- Dude, it's awesome to be your brother.

I flexed to show him my arms along with the armpits that were driving him crazy.

- It sure is... - he whispered as if he was watching a steak, almost drooling.

- Do you think it will be the same tomorrow?

- I hope so - he smiled - It's nice to have you like this.

- Nah, you're just saying that because you enjoy this - I joked flexing my arms for him again.

- A little yes - he lifted his shoulders without interest - but I also have to admit that it's the closest I've been to my brother in years. It’s... cute.

We both fell silent, I decided to settle his hair just to break the awkwardness a little.

- Well, I'll go to sleep now. Tomorrow we'll see if I'm still like this.

I said goodbye to him, he hugged me softly, watched me and then stole a little kiss.

- Just in case.

I shook my head with a laugh, pressed him against my armpit as a joke and left his room.

I walked over to mine, but kept hearing “me” snoring. I went into Beckett's room and closed the door. I was feeling pretty sweaty so I decided to take a shower. 

It was a quick thing but I loved running the soap all over this body, feeling his firm yet soft muscles. My upturned buttocks that bounced at the slightest movement. Even my feet... Everything about him was perfect.

I went outside and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Another photo straight to my private messages. Would tomorrow continue like this? I didn't know what would happen... If he would continue to be my eternal crush or if he would be me again, if he would be me again... It was goodbye to all this.

The last sincere smile I was getting from Beck.

I moved one last time to the mirror to give him a soft, gentle kiss.

- I like you, Jamie.

I turned off the light and lay down to sleep.

To be continued

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[bendokuro]

Hey guys I'm making this story just to show off how much Jac-, Jared... Jason? I don't fucking remember his name, so many sacrifices offering to become part of me that I really can't keep tabs on their names anymore. Anyways, when I finish assimilating him his brain will add to mine, his memories will be too, so I won't be able to forget it even if I want... ANYWAYS, the dude had some descent muscles on him! He'd gave me some solid mass to absorb, look at this, like I'm on pump 24h. NICE!

You know guys, I couldn't be perfect like I am without having you letting yourselves be devoured, consumed and added to me, each day I am getting closer to become a fucking god I deserve to be! So fuckers, I want you all to subscribe to my diet and train plan as fast as you can, I need you to be in the best shape to add yourselves to me, I want the most shredded mother fuckers adding all that potential to ME. So stop eating your fucking carbs and go train, inject as much trembo you can, and remember that everything you are doing is to GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU ARE AND WILL EVER BE. MAKE ME A FUCKING GOD.

Common guys, a pred gotta evolve, ya' know? Anyways...

Ty guys, till next offering, and that one needs to habe at least a decent 8 inches dick to add to mine!

[bendokuro]

“You’re sure you want this?” John’s voice was low, almost a purr, as he leaned back in his chair, his shirtless torso glistening under the soft glow of his ring light. His Instagram live chat was buzzing, comments flooding in faster than he could read them. But he wasn’t looking at the screen. His eyes were locked on the man in front of him—Joel, the latest volunteer, the latest offering.

Joel nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I’m sure,” he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. “I want to be part of you. I want to make you… more.”

John’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. His hand slid down his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the muscle that had grown thicker, denser, with each absorption. He could feel the power thrumming beneath his skin, a symphony of strength and desire. The camera caught it all—the way his pecs flexed as he shifted, the way his cock, even soft, was a massive slab of flesh resting against his thigh, a testament to the man he’d absorbed just a week ago.

“You know what happens,” John murmured, his voice like velvet. “Once I start, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of me—forever.”

Joel’s breath hitched, but he didn’t back away. If anything, he stepped closer, his hands shaking as he reached for the hem of his shirt. “I know,” he said, his voice firmer now. “That’s what I want. To make you better. To make you… perfect.”

John’s smile widened. Perfect. That was the goal, wasn’t it? To become more than human, to evolve into something greater, something unparalleled. And Joel—Joel was the next step. His body was lean but muscular, his cock thick and heavy, just the way John liked them. He could already feel the pull, the hunger that had been gnawing at him since he’d first realized what he was. A pred. A predator. A devourer of men.

He stood, his height imposing, his presence overwhelming. The camera followed him as he closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to grip Joel’s shoulders. “Then let’s begin,” he said, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down Joel’s spine.

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It hadn’t always been like this. Once, John had been just another guy, sculpting his body in the gym, posting thirst traps on Instagram to feed his ego. But then came the discovery—the hunger, the power, the realization that he could consume, could absorb, could evolve. It had started small, almost by accident. A hookup that had gone too far, a moment of desperation that had ended with his first absorption. And then… then he’d felt it. The surge of strength, the rush of knowledge, the way his body had shifted, grown, improved.

He’d been addicted after that. His Instagram had become a hunting ground, his DMs a buffet of willing participants. Men who wanted to be part of something greater, who wanted to give themselves to him entirely. And John… John had taken them all.

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Now, with Joel trembling in his grasp, he could feel the hunger rising again, a dark, insistent need that demanded to be fed. His hands slid down Joel’s arms, his touch electric, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Joel’s ear.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath hot against Joel’s skin. “And soon… you’ll make me perfect too.”

Joel shuddered, his body pressing closer, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans. “Do it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Take me. Make me part of you.”

John’s grin was feral as he stepped back, his hands moving to his own jeans, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. The camera caught it all—the way his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard as it brushed against his stomach. The chat exploded, comments flooding in, but John ignored them, his focus entirely on Joel.

“Take it all off,” he commanded, his voice rich with authority. “I want to see you. I want to feel you.”

Joel’s hands shook as he obeyed, pulling off his shirt, his jeans, his boxers, until he stood naked in front of John, his body on full display. He was beautiful, his muscles defined, his cock thick and heavy, just waiting to be absorbed.

John’s hunger surged, his own cock hardening as he stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup Joel’s face. “You’re ready,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Joel’s eyes fluttered shut as he nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yours,” he whispered. “Everything for you to take.”

John’s grin widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Joel’s, the kiss soft, almost tender, before it deepened, his tongue sliding into Joel’s mouth, claiming him, devouring him. He could feel the power building, the pull of the absorption growing stronger with every passing second.

His hands moved down, gripping Joel’s shoulders, and then lower, sliding over his chest, his abs, until they reached his cock. John’s fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, his touch firm, possessive, and he could feel Joel’s body trembling, could hear the soft moan that escaped his lips.

“Fuck,” Joel whispered, his voice thick with need. “John… please…”

John’s grin was sharp as he tightened his grip, his other hand moving to cup Joel’s balls, fingers massaging the sensitive flesh. He could feel the power surging, the hunger growing, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Joel’s ear.

“Give yourself to me,” he murmured, his voice a low, insistent command. “Let me take you. Let me become you.”

Joel’s body shuddered, his cock twitching in John’s hand, and he nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please… take me.”

John’s hands moved lower, gripping Joel’s thighs, and he could feel the power surging, the pull of the absorption growing stronger. His body was humming with energy, his muscles rippling as he prepared to take—to consume.

Joel’s eyes fluttered shut as he let out a low moan, his body trembling as he felt the pull, the power, the hunger. “John…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please… make me part of you…”

John’s own moans grew louder as the mass began to distribute through his body, his muscles swelling, his frame expanding with the influx of raw power. His skin rippled as the new mass settled, his abs flexing, his chest broadening, his shoulders thickening. His already massive cock twitched, then began to grow, absorbing Joel’s own thick length into itself. It throbbed, the veins standing out starkly as it expanded, becoming even more monstrous, more perfect. Even soft, it was a heavy, imposing weight against his thigh, a testament to the power he now wielded.

John’s breath came in ragged gasps as the pleasure peaked, the sensation of assimilation overwhelming him. He could feel Joel’s essence merging with his own, the raw energy of the man’s strength, his vitality, his lifeforce becoming part of him. His body thrummed with power, every muscle taut, every nerve alight with the ecstasy of the absorption. He could feel himself evolving, growing, becoming something more, something beyond human.

When it was finally over, John stood tall, his body a masterpiece of raw, overwhelming power. He looked down at himself, marveling at the changes, at the way his muscles rippled with every movement, at the way his cock, now impossibly massive, hung heavy and thick between his legs. He flexed his arms, his chest, feeling the raw strength coursing through him, the power of Joel now a part of him, forever.

[bendokuro]

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